The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

Sex is diving into cold water while listening to a broken radio in the back of your head with dollar signs and other symbols of power and politics imprinted on the inside of your eyelids while watching your body burn in its own sweat over a slow fire in hell where what feels good has consequences just like you feel all this in the seconds before you fall asleep as you fly away from your car wreck into the air to escape it.